We grew from the ground,
And yet,
Now we try to grow from the trees.
But even from the trees,
We cannot touch the stars.
The branches will only reach so high.
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A Touch of Wonder
PoetryA book of poetry filled with thoughts, experiences, and emotions. "As I walk down the slippery street, My face streaming with tears, The sadness can barely be sustained. But you suddenly kiss away my fears, My dear umbrella in the rain."
Reach Beyond
We grew from the ground,
And yet,
Now we try to grow from the trees.
But even from the trees,
We cannot touch the stars.
The branches will only reach so high.
